Poems of grit, fun and nonsense. #bookmarkquinn

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  • Poor Little Girl

    By Mark Quinn Poor Little GirlBy Mark Quinn The little girl walks the dog,father holds his can,mother pushes sprog in chair,what a fucking scruffy pair.Dog gets loose,father freaks, “hold my fucking can”,little girl cries, “I’m sorry mam”,just hold the fucking pram!Dad runs off like he’s shit his pants,mother takes a drag,“you shouldn’t have let the

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  • If I Was Good At…?

    By Mark Quinn If I Was Good At…?By Mark Quinn If I was good at…what would it be?If I was good at something,what could it be?Would I be good at climbing a treeor being a sailor stranded at sea?If I was good at…would I be free?If I was good at…would I not see?If I was

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  • Bake a Cake

    By Mark Quinn Bake a CakeBy Mark Quinn All I wanted to do was take a break,and bake a cake.But folk would say that I’m a fake,and all I wanted was to just bake a cake.I went to the garden centre for a rake,“What do you want that for?”“To bake my cake,” for heaven’s sake!I

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  • I Was Seen…

    By Mark Quinn I Was Seen…By Mark Quinn I was seen today in my underwear,I was seen in my gruds,I was seen today in my knackers,I was seen in my underkrackers,I was seen today in my Y-fronts,I was seen in my knickers,I was seen today in my briefs,I was seen in my pants,I was seen

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  • Ice Cubes and a Tea Pot

    By Mark Quinn Ice Cubes and a TeapotBy Mark Quinn Throughout the world in times gone past,and believe me time does travels fast;we have been at war and seen no peace;just like a sheep that’s lost it’s fleece.There is no heaven, there is no God;except a monkey with a fishing rod!The planet is mad, but

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  • The Sea

    By Mark Quinn The sea,the sea,what do we see?Very relaxing,very dangerous,giver of life and takes it away.The sea,the sea,what do we see?The waves are grey,they’re wet and they spray,if you fall in then we pray.The sea,the sea,what do we see?The waves they crash,the shore they bash,when the tide comes in we dash.The sea,the sea,that’s what

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  • Pink Bed

    By Mark Quinn Pink BedBy Mark Quinn What is your dream?What makes your face beam?Do you dream of a car to drive very far?Do you dream of a boat or a mountain goat?Do you dream of having riches to savor,or fancy foods full of flavour?Do you dream of a house that is so big,or simply

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  • Writing

    By Mark Quinn Do you like writing? What have you written? When are you going to start? Let me know.

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